Snowbound…(Closed)

Taking her hand he brought her fingers to his mouth

"Yes Mistress I want to taste you." First he licked them.

"Then I want to make you cum," he sucked her fingers into his mouth in a mimic of the blow job she had just given him.

"But now," he turned and faced her, "I want to prove my love," he guided her to where he had been sitting earlier, "by obeying your commands."

After she was seated he sunk to his knees and immediately buried his face in her sopping sex again. This time his hands only teased her thighs gently as he hungrily ate away at her. His tongue licked her lips up and down, delved deep into her, and flicked and teased her click. This time he was determined not to stop until he felt her orgasm against him.
 
The change that came over him aroused her, especially the way he had tasted and licked her fingers. By the time he had her sitting and his face buried in her hot pussy, she moaned, overwhelmed with the feelings and emotions from all that had just occurred. His experienced tongue had her clit swollen in no time with its teasing.

She had her hand tangled in his hair, pushing him down further, as her body was soon trembling, her thighs so sensitive to his fingers.

“Oh yes, make your mistress cum,” she moaned as her hips were rolling now and her clit was large and hard and very sensitive. “Yes…yes…that’s it…ohhhhh yessss….” she moaned as her hips bucked up against his mouth and she came, flooding his face with her juices. Her entire body shook, it was the best orgasm she had ever had and it seemed not to end. Finally she pulled him from her, “stop please…I need to stop…” she said, her breath rigid, her body still shaking as she pulled his head up and bent hers to meet him, kissing him with a passion that overwhelmed her.

“Oh you were wonderful my sexy servant.”
 
Following the kiss he stared up at her, a little shocked the passion of it all. Perhaps in a way it was understandable, the intensity of the orgasm she had experienced coupled with the situation. There was no doubt she had enjoyed, was enjoying being the Mistress, even if she couldn't fully commit to it. But he had definitely noticed the excitement in her eye when she had swatted him for his disobedience. It had not been a cruel look, but one of excitement that he was not angered by her punishment. He was sure she probably could find ways to punish him that would hurt more than arouse, and he wasn't sure what there reaction would be, but for now he had been turned on by her show of anger and her taking charge. For the first time in a long time, George had experienced passion and not wished it had been with Kate, he was fully aware and glad it was someone new and exciting.

"Thank you Mistress," as much as he was still playing the game, he was as pleased by her own pleasure. "I am Mistress' to use how she sees fit," he bowed his head again, "though I will gladly eat your pussy all day."

He had chosen his words wisely. It was the truth, he had enjoyed making her orgasm, but he had also been a little crude and forward in his wishes. He had seen a little glimmer of excitement brought on by his previously angering her, and he didn't mind experiencing that again, if it aroused her more and another intense orgasm.

"Would Mistress like me to continue to orally please her, or would she prefer to do something else."
 
Memory, having never played this type of roll before, was finding it more and more to her liking. To experience an orgasm like she did had her convinced that she wanted to continue being ‘Mistress’. Although, she was a bit confused by the punishment part. She had never thought something like that would excite, but with her anger mixed it, it had heightened her arousal to new levels.

She also wasn’t sure how he felt about that, however she had noticed the excitement in his eyes and the way his cock had hardened and twitched when she was slapping him with the riding crop. He had enjoyed it, but how much would he enjoy and what exactly should she do, left her silent for several minutes.

"though I will gladly eat your pussy all day. Would Mistress like me to continue to orally please her, or would she prefer to do something else."

“Your Mistress wishes to experiment a bit with you and find out how best you will please me next.” She said, a bit of anger in her eyes for the crude manner in which he talked and he forwardness with his own desires.

She stood up and told him to stand as well. When they were both standing, without warning she brought the riding crop down across his taut pinkish ass. She grinned as she saw the results it had made, knowing he still was a bit sore from before.

“I want you to stand there, do not touch yourself while I go explore the chest you carried in.” She spanked his ass another time adding, “while I’m gone you need to think of a word to say so that I stop what I’m doing and end the session or the game we are playing.”

After circling around him, when she walked past his cock, which was semi erect. She gave it a good squeeze, grinning at him and then left the room.
 
He smiled when she walked away. She looked so sexy in the heels and corset with her lower half exposed to his desire. Imagining spending time with her made his cock twitch and harden. For a moment he considered grabbing it in defiance, but thought he would leave that for now. She could punish him anyway if she wanted to.

"Pepper Mistress," he called out, "that will be my word."
 
She heard him call out his safe word and smiled. Although she knew little of this of role playing, she knew enough that a safe word was always best to have. She would feel awful if she had gone past a certain point and injured in some way.

She knelt down and opened the chest, going through a lot of the items. She even looked through a couple of the magazines that had woman dressed like this, but also found one where the roles were reversed. She wondered if George knew that Kate might have had an interest in playing the part of servant and what would he think of that. Memory had to give it some thought as well, it might be just as exciting to reverse the roles, but a spanking. She wasn’t sure about that, she was going to have to give it a lot more thought.
She found several items that she decided she wanted to try out and was curious as to see how George would react with these things.

She had to read the directions quickly, which were not that hard to figure out just looking at the items.

She came out of the bedroom and was looking around the place to see where she could put the hook she needed to tie him up.

“Kneel down George,” she demanded.

As soon as he did, she put the dark black blindfold on him and tied it behind his head.

“Yes, I like that look, your Mistress is pleased. Now put your hands out in front of you.”

While he was doing that she went back to the bathroom to get the items she had picked out. She came back and then locked his hands in the pair of handcuffs she had found. She set the key on the kitchen counter where she wouldn’t lose it. She also put her finger in between the handcuff and his wrist to make sure there was enough room for him and not cutting off his circulation.

Then she saw that she could easily put a hook right underneath the breakfast bar and if she moved the chairs out of the way, that would give her enough space for what she had in mind.

“Okay, I’m going to lead you over to the where the breakfast counter is.” she said, her voice already showing her own excitement. The thought of what she was going to do was arousing, but also she could see where this might also arouse her if she were the one handcuffed and blindfolded.

“Now kneel down,” she said and once he did she took a tie and tied one end to the handcuffs and the other to the hook beneath the counter. It gave him enough room to move onto all fours when the time came. “Spread your legs for me as wide as you can, but not too uncomfortably.”

Once he was in position, legs spread and on his knees, she knelt down and put a ring on his cock, stroking it several times first.

“Now don’t forget this, you’re not to cum unless I tell you to cum.”
She then kissed the tip of his penis before standing back up. His body looked so good that way, his cock just about at attention now, his chest muscular with small nipples and such a nice ass, the redness already gone from his last spanking.

She took the feather duster and started softly brushing it around his nipples and up and down his cock. She also let it flow across his back and the cheeks of his firm ass. She continued this, watching for his reactions, watching his cock twitch and harden before suddenly without warning the riding crop came down hard across his ass, making it cherry red instantly.

Then back again using the feather duster she rubbed him between his legs, lightly massaging his cock, balls and ass, while her other hand reached around and she scrapped her finger nail over one nipple, back and forth.

She did this until she could sense him relaxing and again he riding crop came down hard over his ass. She saw his cock was rock hard.

“Do you like what your Mistress is doing, is it pleasing to you, do you want more?” she asked demanding of him.
 
George groaned loudly as the crop struck his naked flesh. It was a shock but it felt good. He had never expected her to embrace the role so easily, although she did seem a little nervous she was certainly acting as if she had spanked a few behinds in her time. It made him smile, wondering if her proud boyfriend would allow her to treat him so. He figured not, guessing he either didn't treat her well or wasn't exciting enough for her. She had mentioned him being her ex now, though perhaps that had been a ploy to make him feel it was okay to be seduced by this young beauty.

"Yes mistress, I love your attention...I want more."

He braced himself for what was next to come from her.
 
Memory knelt down parallel to where he was kneeling, this way she could stroke his cock while she cracked his ass with the riding crop.

“Now don’t forget, you’re going to have to beg me pretty bad to let you cum…” she said seductively in his ear as she curled her fingers around his cock and started pumping him up and down. She could feel his cock so hard in her hand it felt like it might explode any time.

She cracked his ass, once, then again and again, each time harder than the first one up to 10 cracks and saw how red his ass was, but hadn’t broken the skin too badly. She was still stroking him and she could tell by the size of his rock hard balls he was ready to cum.

“Do you want to cum or should I continue?” she said as she squeezed his cock, knowing he couldn’t take much more.
 
His ass was flaming but he did not care. The feeling of her hand stroking him was too much to ignore, and any other thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. He wanted desperately to hold out, to beg as she requested, to show her he still had a bit of staying power in him. But he realised a few more strokes and he would be shooting his load all over her hand and the floor.

"Mistress..." he gasped, "I want to cum...inside you."
 
Memory realized if she let him go any further, he would cum all over himself and her. She was really turned on as he begged for a release and wanting to cum inside her. She finally undid his blindfold and his wrist restraints and fell to her hands and knees in front of him.

“Okay fuck me good and hard and when I cum, you can cum.” she said as she backed up onto his cock, feeling it slide between the pink folds of her pussy.
 
He groaned as he felt himself slide inside her.

"Oh god...you are beautiful."

It was such a strange thing to say, but it had slipped out of his thoughts. Was she only beautiful because she was going to let him fuck her, or had he been thinking it since they had met. It did not matter for George knew he was falling in love with this girl, because she had stirred something inside him which had been long forgotten.

She felt quite tight around his cock and that made it even worse. He was practically on the brink of orgasm and she had said he could only cum after her. Or perhaps she had abandoned the game now and his failing her would mean nothing.

He had been told to do it hard so he put all thoughts aside, thinking only of the cold storm outside as he began to pump his hips against her in solid deep motions. He did not want to fail her, somehow that would be a disappointment, so her reached around with one of his hands and began to tease her slick clit. He didn't know how long he would last but he was going to try outlast her as his steady pumping began to build up.
 
"Oh god...you are beautiful."

He had no idea how hot just those simple words made her feel.

“OMG how good you feel…” she moaned as she felt him slide inside her.

She met each thrust backing up against him, moaning from the pleasure he was giving her. Her breath quickened as did her heart beat. She hadn’t ever realized how much a turn on it would be with her in charge with him begging her as well as for her.

“Ohhhh Yessss….” she cried out as she felt his fingers on her clit, the feeling bringing her very close to the edge.

She picked up the pace by moving back and forth faster, her ass slapping against him, the sent of arousal in the air.

“Yesss, yesss, fuck me harder faster….oh yessss, I’m going to cum…” she moaned out as she felt the overwhelming orgasm wash thru her body. It made her buck back against him hard and her entire body shook, her breasts swaying, her moans loud.

“You cum now….oohhh yessss…” she knew his cumming would send her over the edge again making her have another hard overwhelming orgasm.
 
George doubted he would need her permission, he was so close to the edge now anyway. But he was pleased that she continued to maintain the role he had set for her. It was all too overwhelming for him. This beautiful young girl giving her body to him, their roleplay and the sex itself.

"Thank you Mistress," he managed to blurt out just before he exploded inside her.
 
Memory smiled as he thanked her and then heard his growls as he exploded inside her. His hot seed filling her up and leaking down her legs as she kept moving back and forth while he came. It was but a minute and she cried out with pleasure as she orgasmed again, her body bucking back against his, their juices mixing as they both gasped for air and bodies shook.

The room was filled with moans, groans, growls and the scent was that of sex. She was practically wild with a sense of overwhelming emotion, never cumming like that before in her life. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and finally she collapsed her knees and lay down with him coming down on top of her.

Neither could speak for several moments, as the waves of pleasure washed thru them and they tried to catch the breath.

“Wow lover, that was the sexiest, hottest orgasm I’ve had ever.” she finally was able to whisper to him.
 
He lay there exhausted on top of her. Some how it felt kind of kinky and exciting with this girl acting as a mattress for his tired body. He would have preferred if she was facing him, so he could kiss her and marvel at the feel of her impressive breasts against his chest.

Lover, the word felt so special. This girl, almost half his age had called him that, maybe it was in the throws of passion. But it didn't matter, he felt special and almost as good as the first time Kate had called him that.

George didn't expect this to last. He was sure that when the storm abated she would leave, have a story to tell her friends, how she seduced an older man and made him profess his love for her. But until then that didn't matter, he would try to keep up with her, maybe experience new things. After all the sex he had just had was the best he had ever experienced. Sex with Kate had been wonderful. When they first met, they were young, vibrant and in love but inexperienced. As they grew older, experience grew and love remained, but they no longer had the time, passion and will to try all the exciting things they had wanted to as young lovers. Memory was different, she had a gorgeous body, enthusiasm, stamina and experience, and he was just a horny older guy who knew what he wanted.

"Yes, I am your lover now...your boyfriend," he whispered to her as his once formidable erection, slowly diminished inside her. "Though you will have to tell me what he did to become your ex...so I don't make the same mistake."
 
“I like that you’re my boyfriend now,” she whispered back to him as she started to move and he rolled off her body.

Both of them lay flat on their backs right next to each other, feeling the afterglow of their intimacy. Then she thought about the question he asked her and thought it probably was time to tell him a little bit more about her.

“Dale is my ex boyfriend because for one thing he is so snobbish. He was constantly telling me how to dress, what to wear, how to act. He had high standards and high morals, especially for me. Then if you add sex in their, well he certainly wouldn’t have agreed to anything we have just done. Believe it or not, this was the first time I got to behave in such a way, taking charge and all the stuff. It was very hot for me and it was you who made it so hot. Dale was only interested in what he got out of sex, and there wasn’t much variety, suck and fuck pretty much. If I came, he really didn’t care.” She took a deep breath and then added, “you seem to be very concerned and want me to be pleased as well as yourself. I really like that, but actually what I’m saying is I have little experience, so anything we do will be fairly new to me. And is this the type of relationship you want to continue with? Or just sometimes we do this and sometimes you take charge, it’s entirely up to you, lover.”

She then leaned up on one elbow and kissed him passionately.
 
George returned her kiss. He had to shift his position a little in order to be able to be more passionate, but the benefit was that he could reach her with his hands. His hands gave her large breasts another thorough examination while his tongue explored her mouth with the same passion she had shown in the kiss.

"Yes...I could see that," he finally said when their lips parted," ...that you weren't used to being the one in charge."

He smiled, "but you did very well...I may just ask you to do that again in the future."

He pinched her nipple, "so tell me is there anything really kinky you have always wanted to try."
 
Memory moaned as George explored her breasts thoroughly as he mouth explored her just as thoroughly, yet with a new passion.

When the kiss broke she smiled at him as he explained he could tell she wasn’t use to being the one in charge, yet had done it very well. She was even more excited when he told her that he may ask her to do that again in the future.

“I would love to do it again, or something like that, you just have to let me know when and maybe how you would like it. Punishing or spanking is a bit hard for me as I’m really not into a lot of pain. Although I have never been spanked either, so don’t know if that would turn me on or off. Probably would depend on how I was already turned on.”

She jumped, then smiled when he pinched her nipple.

"so tell me is there anything really kinky you have always wanted to try."

“I have not given kinky much thought until we started this. But now, well I don’t know if it sounds kinky to you, but I would like to be dressed in something, then tied up where I was standing with my arms and legs spread wide. Then teased and toyed with, using your hands, mouth, toys whatever you want. And you would have to either rip the clothes off or cut them off, but I would want all this down very slowly until I cum over and over again.” she said, looking at him for his reaction.

“Does that sound kinky enough, or do you want me to think of something else?”
 
He just smiled at this.

"I am sure we can think of something. But in the meantime you should clean up this mess." He indicated to the floor which was covered in the after affects of their love making.

"I in the meantime will take a shower." He was trying to put a little authority into his words. "Then you can shower and change for me."

He grinned, "I am sure there is a maids outfit in that chest, and some of Kate's old make up."

He stood up, "then we will see how good a maid you make or if you will need to be punished."
 
“Seems like I should have stayed in charge a little longer and had you clean up our mess,” she said, teasing him. When she heard the word punished her eyes widened, “I don’t know about that, I’m not into much pain you know.”

While he was in the shower she cleaned up the mess from their lovemaking, putting all the items back, cleaning all the toys. Then she went thru Kate’s things again and found some make up and did find a cute little black and white maids outfit. It looked like it would fit tightly across her breasts and would be a bit short barely covering her ass.

She smiled, knowing he was going to like this outfit.

When he was finished showering, she went in and showered, then dried off, put the maids outfit on and some make up on. She came out to the front room to see him and see his expression when he saw her.
 
After his shower George had dressed again. He had hoped his thoughts about Memory would bring back his erection and he could surprise her in the shower. But alas only a semi had occurred and he knew it would take a while for him to be fully hard again.

When Memory entered the room, George was busy paging through a magazine. He looked up and saw her, it made him gasp with desire.

"If you are finished with the cleaning," he patted the couch next to him, "come sit here. I have something to show you."
 
Memory spotted George on the couch looking thru a magazine. She was happy at his response when he saw her and motioned her to come sit by him.

“Yes, I’m finished cleaning,” she said and went to sit next to him on the couch.

“What is it you want me to see?” she asked curiously looking at the magazine
 
George opened the magazine and placed it on her lap.

Fresh New Girl it read at the top.

Below was a introduction about the competition the magazine was running for new models. They wanted a face, lingerie and sexy time photo, as well as a few fun and interesting sexual facts.

The winner would be paid twenty thousand dollars and have a shoot done which would appear in the magazine. The only catch is she was expected to at least appear topless in that photo shoot.

"What do you think?" George grinned putting his hand on her leg.
 
“You really think I am model type material?” she asked, surprised that he thought she was capable of winning. “If nothing else it should be fun for me to pose and you take pictures.”

She kept looking back and rereading the ad, figuring out what type of pictures she needed to pose for. The idea of posing for him and even showing some skin, made her excited with just doing that.

“So we need a camera and you’re going to have to help me pick out something to wear that they might want to see. Do you want me to do this?”

She asked him, making sure it was something he wanted to do with her.
 
"Well of course I want you to do this, or I wouldn't have asked. Though the question we need to ask, which is more important, is are you willing to be seen in this magazine by potentially your friends and family."

He turned her head towards his and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"And the question I need to ask is would I be happy to have my girlfriend show her great breasts to the whole world."

He smiled, "though you won't be my girlfriend then, but just my sexy French maid perhaps."
 
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